I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

I have a feeling only for shadows

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.